Date: Thu, 29 May 2003 16:15:31 -0500
From: John G
Subject: Frosh on the Team, Pt. 2
I stayed in that position for while just thinking and crying. I was so
embarrassed that I let myself get taken like that, like some kind of prison
bitch. I hadn't even really fought back and there were times I even liked
what I was doing. I started wondering if that meant I was gay, and whether
someone would let it get out in school that I had basically sucked off half
the football team. I finally pushed Chad's shit off my chest and got up,
took a quick shower and walked home.
I was a freak that weekend - didn't talk to any of my friends and didn't do
any homework. I just stayed up in my room watching tv and pretty much
convincing myself that my life was over. On Monday morning I pretended to be
sick because I didn't want to go to school but my mom saw right through me
and made me go. I walked through the halls going to my locker and saw a few
of the guys from the team, but everything was totally cool. No weird looks
or smiles or anything - it was like the whole thing never happened. So I
started feeling better thinking the whole thing was just an initiation and I
was in the club now.
Coach ran us hard at practice. The locker room attendant told him someone
had left a shit in the shower room Friday night and they knew it was one of
us. Everyone denied it of course which only made Coach madder. Only Chad and
I knew who did it but we sure as hell weren't talking. We ran so many
sprints a couple of the guys puked in their helmets (which is nasty as hell
- you think you smell puke the rest of the season.) Then we went to the
locker room and got showered and stuff.
I was walking home when Chad pulled up behind me in his red jeep - top down,
hair still damp and wearing just a tank top and that showed off his biceps.
He told me to get in the car and he'd drive me home. My house was only
couple of blocks away but I figured I might as well take him up on the
offer. But he went up one block and then turned, driving kind of fast away
from my house. He said he wanted to talk.
First he thanked me for not telling anyone about the shit thing. He told me
he did it to disrespect me and show how he thought I was nothing. But then
he said that after I didn't tell anyone he had kind of changed his mind
about me, plus he was impressed with my practices. He offered to help me
memorize plays whenever I wanted and said we could go to his house and get
started that night if I wanted. I never did much homework anyway so I said
sure and we went over to his house. His parents were out somewhere with his
little brother so we went up to his room (which was this cool little suite
with his own dressing area and a big bathroom that connected to his
brother`s room.)
Chad went over to his desk to get the playbook. I'll admit I was kind of
checking him out. He looked so hot it was impossible not to. The tank top
was tight and showed off like all of the muscles on his chest and arms, and
he was wearing dark blue adidas running pants which were tight over his ass,
and when he bent over I saw the elastic from a jockstrap. I started getting
hard and then he turned around. He sort of looked at me and then looked away
and started talking football, talking really quickly. Then he stopped
talking and said "Hey Corey, um, you're not going to ever tell anyone about
Friday right? Cuz if you do, it will kind of make you look gay and plus no
one will believe I did all that shit with you anyway. Everyone knows I'm not
gay."
I told him I definitely was never going to tell anyone for exactly those
reasons. Plus, it was a secret team initiation thing and part of the things
with hazing is that you never tell anyone about what you do to get in. kind
of like a fraternity thing, right?
Chad said the jerking off on my face thing was an old tradition, but not the
fucking thing. He admitted that he just wanted to try fucking a guy and it
seemed like the perfect opportunity. Then he looked down at my crotch again
and noticed I had gotten hard again talking about it. Then he said "hey you
liked that didn't you?"
I told him I didn't but we both knew it wasn't exactly the truth. And he got
that famous Chad smile and knew he had me in a difficult position "Take off
your pants bitch!" he commanded. I was like, fuck, here we go again.
I told him I had to get home and do some work and I got up to go. He hopped
up and blocked the door and told me that wasn't happening. He said he liked
fucking my tight hole and now that he knew I liked it we'd be doing it until
he got sick of me. I pushed him aside and opened the door and started
running down the hall. He chased after me and tackled me. He grabbed the
elastic from my underwear and dragged me back in his room. I was kicking and
swearing but despite the world class wedgie I was hard again.
"Listen Corey, I'm done fucking around. Take off your clothes and get down
on your knees and get to work. But leave your underwear on - I don't want
you pulling that wedgie out yet!"
So that's what I did. With my gray Hanes boxerbriefs up my ass I got on my
knees and reached over and pulled down Chad's running pants. I got a quick
whiff of fresh sweat mixed with the soap from his shower an hour earlier.
His cock was straining to get out of his jockstrap so I carefully pulled it
out and started licking it. With my hands on his ass and his hands massaging
my scalp, I got to working sucking his perfect 8" cock. It was so hot and
sweet and I loved the lingering smell of his jockstrap in his pubes. After
about five minutes he started breathing quickly and I felt his dick starting
to twitch. I figured I'd push my luck a bit and went to stick a finger up
his ass. I only got up one knuckle and he pulled his dick out his mouth.
"That's a good idea bitch. Stand up."
I stood up and he whipped off my underwear. He slapped my ass and laughed
when it started getting pink. He spanked me a few more times, telling me
that he jerked off all weekend thinking about fucking my tight hole. He said
it was the best fuck he'd ever had. Then he pushed me face first on the bed
and with one hand spread open my cheeks. Chad spit on my hole and started
pushing in with two fingers. It didn't feel good to say the least and I
pleaded with him to just let me suck him off but he wasn't hearing it.
"Dude, why would I want a blow job when I can shoot my huge load up your
ass?"
Chad was working my hole pretty good and I could feel it stretching as he
twisted his fingers around. He pulled them out and went to lube up his dick,
but he glanced down and saw shit on his fingers.
"Bitch have you taken a shit today? I've got your crap all over my fingers
and I'm not getting my cock all covered with your stink. Get in the bathroom
and shit."
Once again Chad humiliated me. I walked over to the bathroom and went to
close the door but he wanted to come in. This jock pervert wanted to watch
me shit! So I sat down on the toilet with my hardon sticking straight out
and he sat on the edge of the tub watching me. I didn't have to push hard
because the shit was only too willing to come out. Not to get too gross, but
it was kind of loose and the room immediately started to stink up with the
smell of my farts and the shit floating in the bowl. Chad was laughing and
jerking off "man that is serious stink man! What do you eat?"
I got up and wiped my ass. It took a few swipes because it wasn't the
"cleanest" shit. But I got cleaned up pretty good and then Chad grabbed me
and led me back to the bed. I didn't even get to flush or wash my hands but
he didn't care. He wanted to fuck me badly. And fuck me he did. I guess he
thought my ass was all stretched out from his fingering and from pushing the
shit out, so he just bent me over and stuck his whole cock in, lubed only
with his precum and the natural juices in my ass. He banged me hard for
maybe three minutes. Every time he rammed his cock in he hit my prostate and
I thought I'd cum. Finally he started screaming that he was going to cum and
he reached around and grabbed my dick. One last tap on my prostate was all
it took - the two of us started cumming at almost the same time.
Sweaty and exhausted, we both laid on the floor and he actually held me,
almost cuddling. He asked if I liked it better this time and I admitted I
did sort of like it. His voice got really low and he said he liked it too.
It was this cool tender moment, both of us kind of confused, guilty but
happy. Then we heard two car doors slam and he started to panic.
"Shit dude, get dressed! My parents are home."
The two of us started scrambling around the room grabbing our clothes. I
couldn't find my underwear so I went commando under my jeans and just
managed to look composed when his brother came upstairs. His bedroom
connected to Chad's and he came in to say hi and take a piss. I sort of knew
his brother, Sean, because he was a year younger than me and was still at
the middle school I graduated from last year. He was cute, longish dark
brown hair and big brown eyes. He was only in 8th grade so his wasn't nearly
as built as Chad, but he was thin and had big shoulders, and it was a safe
bet he'd be almost identical to Chad in a couple of years.
Sean looked sort of surprised that I was in Chad's bedroom, but he played it
off cool. Until he looked in the toilet and saw my shit still there.
"Chad, what the fuck man? You took a dump and didn't even flush? That's so
nasty. What if Corey had come in here? Plus now both our rooms smell like
shit."
We had been so busy fucking around that we didn't notice the place did smell
kind of rank. But I was really hoping Chad wouldn't rat me out because I
didn't know how I'd explain the fact I came to the quarterback's house,
dumped in his bowl and just left it floating there like some insult to his
hospitality.
"Dude that isn't my shit. I always flush. Corey, did you crap and run?" Chad
laughed as he asked, shooting me that cocky look that I hated and admired.
He was a couple of feet away from me and he could see me sweating and
twitching from nerves. What an asshole!
"Uh, yeah man. Sorry - I really had to go and I guess I just forgot. I
didn't mean to dis you man. I was just thinking about football and the plays
and stuff."
"Well I don't know how you just `forget' to flush, but whatever. Just don't
do it again, okay?"
I agreed and Sean flushed the toilet and closed the door. I looked at Chad
and shot him this look like I wanted to kill him.
"Chad, Sean is going to tell everyone at school that I came over and didn't
flush. And it was actually your fault because you were in such a hurry to
fuck me."
First he got this look like he was going to hit me for accusing him of being
a homo. But I think he was kind of starting to like me a little and then he
had an idea.
"Yeah, that was shitty of me. I'm sorry. I tell you what - how about if I
can guarantee Sean won't talk? Would that be cool?"
I said sure, and Chad told me we'd just embarrass Sean even worse.
"My bro goes in there every afternoon right before dinner and takes a shit,
but I think he jerks off too because I've come in after him and the place
smells more like Jergens lotion than shit. Lets go bust in on him - that
will shut him up. He won't want all of his friends knowing that he jerks it
every day."
Sean had locked the door to Chad's room, so we snuck out in the hall and
into Sean's room. His door was closed but unlocked and the door to the
bathroom was slightly open. We could hear him moaning slightly and we almost
started laughing out loud. But we crept over to the bathroom and looked in.
There was Sean, totally naked, bending over the sink with his eyes closed
kissing the mirror, yanking on his six inch cock. His hairless body was
covered lightly with sweat and it looked like he was getting close to
coming.
I got hard instantly, then Chad pointed down to Sean's ass. I though he was
just fingering himself but when he took his hand away I realized he had a
pink highlighter up his butt. This was too good! There was no way in hell
junior would be blackmailing me!
Then, totally cool, Chad said "Hey Sean, buddy, I need to take a piss." And
we both started laughing as Sean's face turned red, his cock pointed towards
us. He didn't say anything, just started crying while his dick softened. In
between sobs he started begging us not to tell anyone because he would be
ruined.
"I'm not a fag, Chad, really. I've never done anything like this before. I
don't even know what I was doing. I just got so horny. Please don't tell mom
and dad!"
I actually felt sorry for the kid. I didn't want to humiliate him, I just
wanted to make sure he wouldn't tell about my shit-and-run (which really
paled in comparison to this scene!) Chad didn't seem to feel the same way -
he got that evil look on his face like he gave me at my locker room
initiation.
"Yeah whatever dude. You're not a faggot but you're kissing yourself with a
highlighter dildo up your butt? You're a man. Riiiight..."
Sean pulled the thing out of his butt with a pop and we could see the
streaks of shit on it. He went to wipe it off but Chad piped up:
"Don't wipe that off dickhead. If you like butt action so much, lick it
clean."
Sean started crying again at the embarrassment and also because he knew Chad
wasn't just kidding. This was guy who got a kick out of beating his little
bro for no reason. So I told Chad just to chill out.
"That's nasty dude. He was just jerking off, like we all do. Lets just get
out of here so Sean can get dressed and we'll all forget about this thing."
Chad didn't like me challenging his authority and glared at me. "You know
what? It makes sense that a homo like you is trying to protect him. I have a
better idea, why don't you get over there and lick that nasty pen clean? I
think you have forgotten who you are. Maybe sucking on Sean's shit will
teach you to shut up, you fucking frosh."
I got up and told him I had to leave but he came over and punched me in the
gut and I fell over. As I sat on the floor gasping for breath, and Sean
looking on in shock, Chad went over and grabbed the pen and stuck the shitty
end in my mouth and kept his hand on it so I wouldn't spit it out.
"You like that shit Corey? Huh? Yeah, lick it all off. Nobody gets out of
here until this pen is like new."
Now it was my turn to cry again. Sean was staring at me with pity and
disgust, while Chad just looked like a bully who would just as soon kick my
ass as play football with me. I knew that when this thing was over, I was
leaving this house, quitting the team, and never talking to Chad (or Sean)
ever again.
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End of Part Two. Sorry for the delay guys - I was taking finals and then
took a vacation. Thanks for all the responses. John (wutrox@hotmail.com)